After A Lifetime Of Silence, It Is

After A Lifetime Of Silence, It Is Difficult Then To Speak.

The Fact That You Were Essentially Dead Does Not Register Until You Begin To Come Alive.

When You Are Mad, Mad Like This, You Don't Know It. Reality Is What You See. When What You See Shifts, Departing From Anyone Else's Reality, It's Still Reality To You.

My Relationships With Both My Mother And Father Are Good. We Spent Several Difficult Years Hashing Over The Problems And The Past, And Worked Out A Fairly Solid Middle Ground. I Wouldn't Say My Relationship With Either Of Them - They're No Longer Together - Is Exactly Typical, But That Would Be Difficult After All We Went Through.

I Have Never Been Normal About My Body. It Has Always Seemed To Me A Strange And Foreign Entity. I Don't Know That There Was Ever A Time When I Was Not Conscious Of It. As Far Back As I Can Think, I Was Aware Of My Own Corporeality, My Physical Imposition On Space.